A dam can only hold so much before the foundation begins to crack, before those cracks turn to holes, and eventually, everything floods out. This is my breaking point. I am so damn tired of trying to fill the cracks and plug the holes, tired of trying to hold the pressure in despite knowing it is a losing battle. My foundation didn’t crack. It burst fiercely, angrily, showing exactly how broken I am, showing me how far in over my head I am.
Too busy stopping everyone else from flowing away with the raging waters, not realizing by holding everything in, I was drowning myself because I was the anchor, the one at the bottom, claws dug deep into the earth and hanging on by my teeth.
Not anymore.
Now my flaws splay out for him to pick through further, showing him how weak I am, the facade
